((Anything Fleshbane would do can be done through the network while he's still physically with the party, so I'm going to continue and he can catch up if necessary))
"Splendid, splendid," says Aldebaran. "Then by all means, follow me. It's just around the corner. I should like very much to hear about this magic."
Rather than walking, Aldebaran rearranges his legs into treads. This takes away a fair portion of his height, making him shorter than Fleshbane and roughly even in height with the rest of the party.
As he leads them out of the building, rolling along happily, he makes small talk. "Truly are you all impressive creatures," he says. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't mean to offend - of course you are people in your own right and not mere creatures. It's just that I am a scientist and I tend to think of things in clinical terms. Couple that with a tendency to speak before I think, and... well, you know how that goes."
He rotates the top half of his body to face backwards, toward the party. "I've taken a particular interest to your group because of your physical appearances," he explains. "You see, my research is focused on body modification - for both Terrans and Androids; both biological and robotic. In the past I've assisted people to look like cats," he gestures toward Viss, "Or to grow wings," he nods to Sybil. "To varying degrees of success. And certainly the end results of my efforts paled in comparison to what I see before my very eyes. Truly marvelous," he says. "And no doubt a result of this magical force that you all seem to have access to."
Just as Aldebaran said, his laboratory is in a building just a block away from where the Council convened. He leads them to a platform which brings them to a higher floor, with the aid of magnetism. Through a door, they find a waiting area with patients. "The laboratory is only a small portion of my business," he explains, leading them through a more secure door, which requires some kind of scanner to analyze him before it opens.
After passing through a few more doorways, finally the party finds themselves in a room which approximates the size of the central meeting chamber from the Observatory. The tables are arranged orderly, but otherwise there is little rhyme or reason to it. There are two people working toward the back, both human. There are small robots of questionable intelligence performing iterative motions here and there. Stray mechanical and robotic parts are scattered every which way. Off to the side are incubation chambers which contain artificially grown, but biological, body parts.
"Well. This is my lab," he says, gesturing all around him. "We're not currently on the verge of any ground-breaking discoveries, but I suspect I should have a device or two which might assist you in your efforts. Perhaps you can give me some idea of your plans to retake this Observatory of yours, and I'll see if I have any trinkets or devices that could help you? Then, perhaps, we could have a discussion about this magic business."
